Smoke in the Bar

Yo, light it up—nah, we ain’t steppin’ outside

Bartender winked, said "fuck it, let it ride"

Weed in the air, party in the jar

Gettin’ lit, gettin' freaky—smoke in the bar

Got a blunt in my drink hand, high in my zone

Couple bad bitches and they stoned to the bone

She took two hits, now she gigglin’ slow

Then she whispered in my ear like, "Let’s dip low"

Me and the crew, we ain’t here for the drama

Just joints, good vibes, and shots of marijuana

Rollin’ up fat, like my problems last year

Ex-girl texted—left that bitch on clear

Got the kush in rotation, mind elevation

She hit the pen once, now she cravin’ sensation

“Damn,” she said, “this shit hits too right”

Then she grabbed my belt loop like it’s Friday night

We smokin’ in the bar, like we just don’t care

Clouds in the air, middle fingers in the air

Blazin’ with the squad, got that loud on lock

And that freaky lil’ girl wanna ride this… shot

She high, she wild, got no shame

Twerkin’ on the table, screamin’ my name

Pass that blunt, spark it back to the start

It’s weed, wild women, and smoke in the bar

She took one rip, then another like a champ

Now she slidin’ up close, sayin’ “Damn, you damp”

Bouncin’ to the beat like the club’s her bed

Talkin’ dirty in my ear, eyes all red

I got homies in the booth, rollin’ back to back

And a bartender laughin’, sayin’, “Y’all some maniacs”

But the drinks still pour, and the weed still lit

And that freaky lil’ girl got a tight lil’ grip

She said, “Wanna see what I do when I’m high?”

Then she bent it down low, like she reachin' for the sky

No filter, no pants, just smoke and sass

And I’m prayin’ this night don’t fly by fast

We smokin’ in the bar, like we just don’t care

Clouds in the air, middle fingers in the air

Blazin’ with the squad, got that loud on lock

And that freaky lil’ girl wanna ride this… shot

She high, she wild, got no shame

Twerkin’ on the table, screamin’ my name

Pass that blunt, spark it back to the start

It’s weed, wild women, and smoke in the bar

Ayy—no cops, no rules, just smoke and fools

And a girl with a tongue like she skipped the school

Makin’ out in the booth, half-baked and bad

She said, “I love this shit more than my ex ever had”

Yeah, we lit, we lost, but we feelin' just right

This weed got me vibin’ for the rest of the night

So roll one up, pour that drink in the jar

It’s a high-life riot, with smoke in the bar